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Admiral of the Endless Blue

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--- Synopsis: He died an old man, a legend of the seas—Admiral James Reeve, U.S. Navy, decorated, retired, and forgotten by time. But death was only the beginning. When Reeve awakens aboard a fully armed modern warship in an alien ocean, he finds himself thrust into a strange new world—one where islands drift like chess pieces, ancient monsters stalk beneath the waves, and survivors cling to steam-powered wrecks of forgotten fleets. With a combat-ready F125 Brandenburg-class frigate at his command and a mysterious Naval Command System guiding his hand, Reeve must rebuild, adapt, and fight to survive. The sea is his battlefield once more—but this time, he isn't just up against pirates and enemy navies. He's facing Leviathans, rival commanders, and something even darker lurking beneath the surface of Ocean World 001. Command a fleet. Build a base. Unlock lost technologies. Defend humanity’s last hope against the tide. The ocean has a new master—and it's not ready for him. ---
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Chapter 1 - The Seas Has No Mercy

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He died in a warm bed, surrounded by medals, memories, and silence.

Admiral James Reeve, United States Navy (Ret.), passed away at the age of 91. The final breath left his lips like a gentle breeze across calm water. No pain. No fanfare. Just peace.

And then the world came back—loud, alien, and humming with power.

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"SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE."

His eyes snapped open.

The tang of salt. The hum of turbines. The muted thump of boots on metal decking. The hiss of hydraulics and the low rumble of a diesel generator firing in sync with a gas turbine.

He was on a ship.

Not just any ship—he knew this ship.

The bridge was clean and dark steel, the panels gleaming, the layout unmistakable: a German Navy F125 Brandenburg-class frigate. He recognized the armament configurations, the COMINT stations, the updated CMS console. It had been years since he'd stepped foot on one, but the design hadn't changed.

Yet everything was...off. There was no comm chatter, no weather reports, no maritime noise. Only the low pulse of the engines and the sound of waves breaking against the hull.

He took a step forward. Light. Smooth. He expected a creak in his knee, a twinge in his hip. But it didn't come.

Strange.

He paused, brought his hands up. Smooth. Strong. The age spots were gone. The scars—faded. He looked down at his arms, his chest, his legs—everything lean, cut, tight with strength he hadn't had in decades.

He caught a reflection in the dark glass of a powered-down radar screen.

His own face stared back—but younger. Late twenties. Maybe thirty at most. Strong jaw. Steady gaze. No grey, no lines.

He stepped closer. Touched the glass.

"What the hell…"

Before he could question further, a glowing tactical screen bloomed to life with a cold blue UI:

> WELCOME, ADMIRAL JAMES REEVE.

NAVAL COMMAND SYSTEM ONLINE.

YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR DEPLOYMENT TO: OCEAN WORLD 001

STARTING PACKAGE: MODERN FRIGATE (F125) | BASE MODULE: TIER I

TUTORIAL: [SKIP] / [BEGIN]

WARNING: ACTIVE PLAYERS: 1,014,229

WARNING: NON-HUMAN THREATS DETECTED IN REGION

He took a slow breath, steadying himself like he had in every storm, every battle, every black-flag op he'd run in his life.

"You brought me back," he murmured. "And made me young again."

"Either I'm dreaming," he muttered, "or God's got one hell of a sense of humor."

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Outside the bridge viewport, the ocean stretched forever—an unbroken expanse of blue and grey, swells rolling endlessly beneath a clear sky. There was land nearby, though—small, sharp outcroppings of rock and jungle. One larger island loomed closer, shaped like a spearhead, its beaches marked by strange structures.

He zoomed in on the tactical display.

> "Home Island – Tier I Military Outpost."

Status: Operational

Personnel: 0

Power: Stable

Defenses: Offline

Another tab flicked open:

> STARTING SHIP:

FGS Brandenburg

F125 Frigate

Displacement: 7,200 tons

Armament: 1x 127mm naval gun, 2x RAM launchers, 2x 27mm autocannons, 8x NSM anti-ship missiles

Aircraft: 2x NH90 Helos (Hangar Bay)

Crew: AI-Controlled (Skeleton Crew Mode: Active)

He pressed his hand to the console. Warm. Responsive. Real.

A voice crackled through the intercom—female, calm, synthetic:

"Commander, system integration complete. Skeleton crew online. Awaiting orders."

"Status report," he ordered instinctively.

"Ship is combat-ready. Sensors online. Ammunition full. Fuel reserves at 90%. Base operational but underdeveloped. Perimeter unsecured. No other human vessels detected within 200 nautical miles. Unknown biological signatures detected east-southeast."

Biological?

He moved to the console and scanned the local area.

Blips. Dozens of them. Moving underwater at unnatural speeds. He magnified the readout—something massive, scaled, pulsing with heat and cold in equal measure. No known maritime signature matched.

"Leviathans," he whispered. "What the hell is this place?"

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He stepped out onto the top deck, wind catching his dark hair, the smell of ocean salt sharp in his lungs. Below, the sea was calm, but alive. He felt it in his bones—some primal sense that the water here wasn't just water. It was territory. Owned. Watched.

On the horizon, far off, he saw it: a column of black smoke rising. Another ship—older, likely wooden, possibly steam-driven—burning.

"Someone else is out there," he said.

The system chimed again.

> MISSION ALERT: NEARBY PLAYER VESSEL UNDER ATTACK

CHOOSE:

[IGNORE] / [ASSIST]

REWARD: 500 Gold, +1 Favor (Player Reputation)

"Other people," he realized. "This isn't just me."

He selected [ASSIST].

"Plot intercept course. Let's see what these bastards think of modern firepower."

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Ten minutes later, the Brandenburg surged across the waves at 21 knots. His crew—automated, precise—moved in lockstep. The AEGIS-style radar picked up the enemy vessels: pirate ships, half-wood, half-metal monstrosities held together with chains and sails and steam. They were closing in on a schooner desperately trying to flee.

He switched to manual targeting.

"Fire control, lock RAM launchers. Priority: fast attack skiffs. Then bring the 127 to bear."

"Targeting locked. Weapons free."

"Light them up."

Missiles screamed from their pods, trailing smoke and flame across the blue. They slammed into the first pirate ship mid-chase, blowing it apart in a plume of splinters and fire. The 127mm naval gun roared once, then twice—each shell sending up fountains of sea and shredded hull.

It wasn't a fight.

It was an execution.

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When the smoke cleared, the schooner drifted, damaged but afloat. A flag waved—white and red. The system updated:

> PLAYER: "CAPTAIN MIRA" – SAVED

Reward: 500 Gold, 3x Supply Crates, Map Fragment

Faction: Unaligned

Message Incoming

He opened it.

> Thank you, Admiral. I've never seen a ship like yours before… How did you get that kind of tech? Everyone else is still using cannons.

—Captain Mira

He smiled grimly.

"I had a head start."

He closed the message and turned back to his display. The AI spoke again.

"Admiral, shipyard construction available. Suggest initiating research module installation. Leviathan activity increasing."

"Then let's get to work."

He tapped a command:

> BUILD SHIPYARD (TIER I) — COST: 300 GOLD, 200 STEEL

INSTALL RESEARCH MODULE — COST: 1,000 GOLD

STATUS: QUEUED

The ocean may belong to monsters.

But he was here now.

And the sea had just met its next admiral.

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[End of Chapter One]

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